Page 71 of Feral Omega

Then the darkness takes me, swallowing me whole.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

WRAITH

Blood.

So much blood.

Pouring from the fragile creature in my grip.

Her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird.

Trapped bird in my crushing grasp.

From her neck. From her arm.

Not good.

Can't let her bleed out.

I shift my hold.

Clamp my hand over the wound to staunch the flow.

Squeezing too hard.

She's struggling, choking.

Wild blue-green eyes lock with mine, wide with terror.

Blue green blue green.

Fear fear fear.

Because of me.

The monster.

Her lids flutter, long lashes sweeping over pale cheeks.

She goes limp.

Fight drains out of her slender form.

Something surges through me.

Panic?

An alien sensation I can't begin to process.

Drop her. Drop her now.

Monster.

She tumbles into the snow.